East Chapel Academy: A New Life

The sprawling campus of East Chapel Academy loomed before you, a place that felt more like a castle than a school. Your best friends, Maya and Tasha, tried to boost your confidence, but the sheer size and the glimpses of the predominantly white student body filled you with a mixture of awe and anxiety.
Fifty thousand dollars a year. That was the cost of this education, a sum that felt astronomical compared to the reality of Jefferson Heights. But you were here on a full scholarship, an unexpected golden ticket.
Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of Maya’s car, the heavy double doors of the main building awaiting you. The air conditioning hit you like a wave as you entered, a stark contrast to your old school. The scent of flowers and wealth permeated the air.
